Collectingcrash - Untitled

i like being complimented on my eyes and on my oral sex techniques 

Lately I’ve realized (though Cameron’s guidance) that I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, so today I played for Cameron in public. He’d been talking about it yesterday, so by the time I actually found a suitable spot outside, I was already terribly wet.

It started simple enough - I pulled down my pants just enough to rub my clit as he instructed. Then harder, faster, side to side. He had me drop my pants to my ankles, then rub between the lips of my cunt. I was so wet and needy at this point, I wanted so much more. And he gave it to me.

After spreading my legs wide and pulling up my shirt so he could see my tits (I wasn’t wearing a bra), he had me slowly insert my special toy as deep into my pussy as I could. Already this felt great, but I was so excited when he had me start slowly thrusting - 3 shallow, 5 deep. After a few minutes he had me use one hand to rub my clit as I continued.

At this point I was panting and moaning. He had me fuck myself faster and rub my clit harder and I was a mess. Thrusting my hips like I was fucking his cock, imagining how even more amazing that would be… He had me stop rubbing my clit to pinch and tease my nipples. He called me his cunt and his bitch and told me again how he adores me and I was just delirious with pleasure.

Then he had me strip. I remembered that I was in public and looked around a little nervously even as another thrill rushed through me. Once I was naked - despite the cold - he had me get down and fuck my special toy like I was riding him there on the ground. I love this position.

He had me pinch my clit as I continued, as he told me how hard he was and filled my head with the thoughts of his cock buried deep within me, his hands on my tits, his teeth marking my neck, his hands on my ass to pull me down harder…

When he had me stand and fuck myself how he wants to - rough and hard and brutal… Those words undid me. I didn’t cum - I don’t have permission - but I actually started squirting. I have never done that, never even came close. I was confused and dripping and too close to continue anyway. Cameron had me stop.

My legs were shaking afterwards for a good twenty minutes, but my smile lasted for hours. I can’t wait until I get to play in public again.

being all tied up like a nice little present feels like such a waste when there’s nobody around to unwrap me 🎀

I want to be cute and pornographic

Conquered (denial fantasy)

I pout a little as Sir pulls me off the couch onto my feet.

“But I’m not sleepy yet!” I say, looking up at his caring, and slightly amused expression. “I wanna keep talking.”

Sir simply shakes his head with an amused smirk. He walks slightly behind me, but still to the side, and gently places his hand on my shoulder, touching my neck and making me melt a little inside. “It’s late,” he says as he guides us out of the living room. He holds me a little closer as we pass through the door, and he continues, “You know you need to go to sleep early, or you’ll be tired for all of tomorrow.”

I know he’s right, and that I should sleep, but I’m still buzzing a little from our conversation, my mind thinking about a million different things at once. We walk up the stairs, our little debate as to whether or not I should sleep playfully continuing along the way. As we reach the door to my room, I turn around before we quite go in.

“Could we at least play a little first?” I ask, going a little pink, not used to having to initiate playtime with my words instead of my actions. “We haven’t played since this morning!”

Sir chuckles, laughing with an exhale through his nose. He turns me back around with my arm. “Come on,” he says simply as he guides me into the room. He sits on the bed, bringing me with him. He pats the middle of the bed, gesturing for me to get in.

I sit on top of the bed, going cross legged in the middle of the bed, making it quite apparent that I’m not getting in. I place my hands in the gap between my legs, playing with the sheets while I smile defiantly at Sir.

He seems unfazed; Raising his eyebrows, he nods with his persistent smile of amusement still on his face. Sir stands, and makes his way over to the cupboard where we keep our toys. I smile; “I’ve won,” I think to myself.

He returns with a length of rope. I feel my face get a little warm with excitement as he approaches. “Strip,” he says simply, holding the rope as he watches with an expression that holds a little more excitement than usual, and I can’t help but wonder what he has planned. Regardless, I’ve gotten my way and I don’t argue, happy that he’s not putting me to sleep immediately.

After having removed my skirt and blouse, I slide my thumbs under the hem of my panties, preparing to remove them, but Sir stops me.

“No, leave it on,” he says as he places the rope on the bed, holding an end by his side as his other hand places itself on mine. I remove my fingers from the hem, and look at him curiously. “I want you to keep your panties and bra on.”

I nod, my eyes lifting a little, taking his preference as a sign that he too is in the mood to play. He gestures for me to move to the side of the bed, and I oblige, sitting with my legs off the side and my hands in my lap. He wastes no time, moving my hair to begin the restraint, curling over my shoulders, around my sides, he works his way around my torso securing my arms to my side.

With a large amount of rope left, he helps me move to the center of the bed before beginning to tie my legs into a spread position, beginning to tie me to the bed as well as myself. I feel my arousal building, my breathing becoming heavier as he moves around my body, occasionally being a little rough to secure a rope, but somehow being gentle the entire time. As my body becomes entangled with an expertly placed web of rope, I feel the entire restraint becoming tighter, restricting my ability to move more and more.

He finishes by tying the rope behind my neck to the headboard, making me attached to the bed by my torso, and each leg, which are spread and being somewhat revealing to my desire.

Sir steps back, looking over his handiwork, admiring my body. His smile returns, replacing his (somewhat adorable) look of concentration that occupied his face while tying me down.

I look up at his face, shifting somewhat, unable to move more than a few inches in any direction, an aroused mess, waiting for him to touch. I squirm a little in place, trying to get contact with something.

“There,” he says, leaning down to brush my hair away from my face before gently kissing my forehead. “Maybe now you’ll go to sleep.” My heart falters.

“But…” I say, before he gingerly places his finger on my lips. I look up at him, my sex throbbing with need.

He walks to the door, flips the light switch. “Sweet dreams,” he says, and closes the door behind him.

He didn’t come back until morning.

WANT